Bullet
Someone talked.
Was in words, in verses or prose?
Or was it…?
Do not know, don’t recall.
But it was from heart
Exactly what I want:
“Don’t fence me; leave me loose! ”
The whisper was in me
Treasured and scared
Around it my flesh; a serpent.
I love to be free; even if cars hit me
Even if cold kills me.
I like wolves; wilderness
Love among ugly ones,
Bores’ attacks, on the run
Hate the dogs; hate swine.
Shoot bullet in my heart
In brain; stop thoughts.
Hang me in deepest well
Or head down from wall.
But tell me I’m free.
Love to die when I walk
Stroll, on the run
Hate being behind bars
That I am…cage is large.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem